Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-05-26
A SONG FOR PEACE.
Decoration Day, 1887.
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ss1m by foot Of field and
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While all thy b g h.
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And roofs by mount and mere and beaches
And all my heart stirs with thy brave renown
And yields its voice-e'en such slight notes as
these.
That am of thee makes me loving bold
In question of thy welfare; cen that thou
Pass on to utter peace this song fold
In flowers and thy beloved banner now,
And lay the tribute on thy priceless mold
The golden dust Of each slain hero's brow.
Pluck roses and mingle your tears with their
dew,
Fetch peoples that fire the long burrows of
corn,
Bring daisies meek-featured and violets blue,
All pure as babe-eyes when they twinkle at
morn.
A kner that is fragrance above each green
tomb;
Bring mayfowers with dew in each white
waxen bowl,
And pinks and laburnums just breaking in
bloom.
Bring orchis and tulips and honeyed foxglove
From haunts where the ivy and columbine
creep.
Bring softly all blossoms that honey bees love,
And garland the graves where our gallant
boys sleep.
Let children with fingers undaboled Of blood
Bear wreaths to each barrow incloslng dear
dust;
Bring sweets from the garden and fronds from
the wood,
While age gathers wisdom and swords gather
rust.
A moment turn back to the days that are dead
And mark the long lines as they marshal and
clash;
With wine brewed in battle the sections are
And Order seems lost in the loud lannon's
crash.
For links in the chain have been snapped in
the past
To be hurled by strong Justice together again,
And in tears and in bloodshed the rivets made
fast.
For when Earth swung out from its gimbals OF
fire
On invisible cables to roll round the sun.
Was its mission not Man, and Love the strong
With Life to be forged as the cycles were
rum
Aye, deeds are the hammers that fashion the
race,
And Earth is the anvil whereon Purpose lays
The ends of all causes and smites with mace
That YIELDS into Orders the gold Of the days.
The vast human fragments must glow ere they
weld,
Be hot with red rage and the anguish Of heat
And hard on the anvil of Purpose be held
Ere aims shall be one and the seasons be
sweet.
LoI the tears of that time have turned into
pearls;
The fail of nferce War has but Ibeaten out
Good;
Ger the blue and the gray now our banner I'M
furls,
For Unions sweet flower blossomed out OF
their blood.
The sweep of the sections together in strife,
Like the shifting together of Gods mighty
smote fire round the world and a thrill through
all life,
And buds OF fair freedom broke forth In Tar
lands.
All wrought at Gods purpose, then let us for
3 give.
10. Liberty's sunbeams our whole kingdom
kiss!
Here all are born freemen, here Justice shall
live,
Forget in the glory and greatness of this.
Then southwark strong North, with flowers in
your hands,
Cast looks Of glad greeting with love in your
I eyes,
And northward sweet South, warm heart Of all
lands,
Look prayer Of fond peace for all the broad
skies;
For ours is the queen OF all realms meath the
sun,
The garden of Eden, the bride of the world
Here Worth became sovereign, here Freedom
was won,
Then keep their flag high and forever un
furled.
Then garland each grave, and remember eact
l. name
To breath it with reverence up into the air,
| That silence may never flow over their fame,
That valor be dear and their couches be fair
| For these are the seals OF our greatness ant
peace,
The arks that the Covenants ever shall hold
| OF hearts that paid blood lest Freedom should
| cease,
| Whose deeds are now jewels, whose ashes art